NAILS from NAILS by HumourJail

My nails are growing back, yeah
All it took was for you to go away
I told you that I missed you,
But the fact is I can have anyone I want,
Baby

And now you're walking back
Into my arms
Cus you know I'll scratch your back
And keep you warm
But I've got a line of other lovers
That I dream in technicolour
While we tell each other

Lies, Lies, Lies,
Lies, whatever helps you
Sleep at night,
Night, oh darling

You know it feels so much better when you're not around
And outside you tried to keep me gagged and bound
You thought that I would do that to you
Whenever you wanted me to
You can't have it both ways, honey
Can't have it both ways, oo-hoo-hooo,
HUH?

When I'm drunk I'll bite back, yeah
And what you say is indefensible, honey
It's the same old issues,
But I know how you struggle to engage my point of view,
Baby

And I'm sick of waking up
In each other's arms
With these empty promises
To keep us safe from harm
While you've got a lined-up other lover
That you dream of undercover
While you're whispering your

Lies, Lies, Lies,
Lies, we hold each other
So. Damn. Tight.
Tight, I'm telling you I'm
Fine, fine, fine,
Fine, whatever helps me
Sleep at night
Night

And so circular,
We go down this road again
And so cyclical
From the bottle to the bed
Yeah we'll drink
And we'll fight
And we'll fuck
All night,
Just to feel that we're not dead
But we are dead

And so circular,
We go down this road again
And so cyclical
From the bottle to the bed
Yeah we'll drink
And we'll fight
And we'll fuck
All night,
Just to feel that we're not dead

But we are dead
Oh we are dead
We Are Dead.

• Alternative
• art-rock
• artpop
• indie pop
• multi-instrumentalist
• queer
• Brighton